#9
CAPITAL RUN

IF THE GOOD DIE YOUNG---
BLADE WOULD LIVE FOREVER

REDS

  Two men, both in Russian military uniforms, one armed with a holstered pistol, the other with a machine gun--an AK-47, if Hickok remembered the gun manuals in the Family library correctly--appeared at the end of the corridor.  They reacted to his presence instantly, the one with the pistol grabbing for his holster and the other soldier sweeping his AK-47 up.
  Hickok was 30 feet from them.  He never broke his stride as he leveled the Colts and fired, both Pythons booming simultaneously.
  The two soldiers each took a slug between the eyes.  The one with the pistol simply fell forward, but the trooper with the AK-47 tottered backwards, crashed into the left-hand wall, and dropped.
  Hickok slowed as he neared the soldiers.  He holstered the Colts and leaned over the soldier with the AK-47.  "I need this more than you do."

#10
NEW YORK RUN

ZOMBIES

  Geronimo nearly gagged as a putrid stench filled the air.  He backpedaled as more Zombies poured from the abandoned vehicles.
  Something collided with his back.
  Geronimo whirled, and found Blade alongside him.  "What do we do?" he asked.
  The Technics opened up with their Dakon IIs, their fragmentation bullets tearing into the hissing Zombies and ripping them apart, blowing their chests and skulls to shreds or tearing limbs from bodies.  Greenish fluid sprayed everywhere.
  The Zombies never broke stride.  Their grisly arms extended, their yellow fingernails glinting in the sunlight, their thin lips quivering in anticipation of their next meal....